Noah grabbed Little May tightly in his arms. "Uncle is sorry, so sorry."
"I won't tell Uncle it's okay." The little one's stubborn voice rang out. "Uncle is an adult; he should know what is right and what is wrong..."
Noah released Little May, staring at her in disbelief.
"If Uncle did something wrong, then Uncle should be punished," Little May sniffled, her big, wide eyes fixed steadily on Noah.
He looked at her—the child before him was only two or three years old, her speech still slurring at times. And yet... she was braver, smarter than Noah at six years old.
His voice trembled as he asked, "What if it were a six-year-old child? If Uncle made a mistake at six years old..."
"What would a six-year-old know?" Little May replied like a little adult. "I could forgive a six-year-old Uncle, but I wouldn't forgive the Uncle you are now."
The struggle in Noah's eyes gradually disappeared, his gaze growing more determined.